When my 3 a.m. alarm chimed, I rose. But after using the toilet, it dawned upon me that I completely lacked the spirit needed to bother getting dressed for the ¾-mile round trip hobble over to the elementary school playground for some exercise there.
And so I returned to bed, having reset my alarm for 6 a.m. so that I could at least have some exercise out in the backyard tool shed after 7:30 a.m. when it was daylight enough.
But damage had been done, and it may have taken me over an hour to finally drift back into some sleep.
I had a nice dream in which ─ even though I had my crippled right knee ─ I was able to undergo long walks during the daytime, and I could even run at an easy lope for a satisfying distance. But I was in a completely different environment than where I live now ─ nothing was familiar; even I seemed to be different ─ even in my thinking.
It was definitely peculiar, but still rather nice, as I said.
When I rose at 6 a.m., I found myself feeling rather good.
Not too incidentally, when I went outside around 7:45 a.m. to the tool shed, it was raining. I had never noticed this earlier ─ maybe it had been raining at 3 a.m. and I would have had a poor time of it if I had gone forth to the school playground.
I fared poorly in the shed, though, only feeling myself able to comfortably handle a single repetition in each of the six sets of pull-ups and chin-ups I ventured; and I held the dead hang of the final one for a 40-count.
And then I did the challenging assisted one-legged partial squats that are brutal on my bad leg, but which are the only way I know of to regain strength to the atrophied lower quadriceps muscles. Had I gone to the school, those would not have been done.
My brother had emerged from his bedroom very soon after 7 a.m.
And my wife had a full workday today at the Thai restaurant where she is employed part-time, so she emerged from her bedroom shortly after 9:30 a.m. to begin readying for her long day, leaving 30 - 40 minutes later in rain. I think it may have rained all day.
Concerning morning T.V. with my brother after he invited me to start operation of our Android TV Box, I stupidly chose not to tune in the full 2½-hour programme that was my initial selection to watch, and instead chose to watch just two selections from it. I wanted to later tune in something else, so the long video was something I was primed to shun. But we could have watched an hour or even 1½ hours of it, and finished it up tomorrow ─ this never entered my head at the time.
The two portions I tuned in had both been published December 12 to Rumble's The HighWire with Del Bigtree:
Jefferey Jaxen reports on a seismic shift in public health as ACIP leaders finally confront the long-ignored question of cumulative vaccine risk. With ACIP Vice Chair Dr. Robert Malone calling out the “elephant in the room” and President Trump signaling major changes to the childhood schedule, a rare moment of accountability and transparency in vaccine policy is unfolding.
ICAN lead counsel Aaron Siri, esq., breaks down ACIP’s historic decision to end the recommendation of universal Hepatitis B vaccination at birth for babies of healthy, Hep-B–negative mothers—moving it to age 2 months and “shared decision making.” He details major gaps in the safety data, evidence of harm buried in our federal injury programs, and an ethical crisis in the U.S. of pressuring parents to vaccinate their children under threat of CPS. Siri also contrasts U.S. policy with nations like mandate-free Denmark, which recommends far fewer vaccines while enjoying better health outcomes.
And then I tuned in what I badly wanted ─ 2019's A Christmas Carol. It is actually a 'dark' three-episode T.V. series, each episode very little shy of an hour long. Consequently, we only watched "Chapter One: The Human Beast" today ─ we don't want to jade ourselves!
If interested, all three episodes can presently be found at this GOOJARA.to link that will allow you to download them ─ this is what I had done.
I knew who Barb Marley was being played by (Stephen Graham), having been impressed by him in what has thus far been the last series (or season) five of Line of Duty as a 'bent' undercover cop.
And although the actor playing Ebenezer Scrooge was familiar, I only now see that the actor was Guy Pearce, whom I very much enjoyed in the Jack Irish T.V. series.
We finished up our viewing with Seal Team ─ episode nine ("Santa Muerte") of season two.
My brother took his bed rest after that show, while I fixed up a heavy midday first meal of my day that is resulting me in choosing to only have a small banana, small mandarin orange, and small apple for my supper.
I may have spent two hours during my midday nap time, so because this was a bath day, I opted not to have an exercise session in my wife's vacant bedroom. The earlier meal was still heavy within, anyway.
At times it has been raining very hard outside as I type these words at 7:17 p.m., so I am not going to be rising at 3 a.m. by any long shot!
I've had my bath and that fruit supper, so now I am going to break from blogging so I can watch a couple of shows here on my bedside computer, and enjoy two cans of Cariboo Malt (7.9% alcohol).
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My first selection was Prime Suspect ─ episode eight ("Underwater") of the only season. My source was this Tvids.net link.
It was heartwarming seeing the two disparate police detectives being forced to work together and nearly bonding ─ maybe they did?
I also dug the little girl played by actress Emma Fuhrmann ─ she sure grew up to be the beauty I expected she would be!
In my opinion, the episode was the best thus far.
It ended no later than 8:23 p.m., by which time I realized that my brother was home with Bev downstairs following his bus ride to go social drinking, as he does nigh every day.
My second and final show was Madam Secretary ─ episode three ("The Operative") of the first season. My source this time was this RidoMovies.tv link.
It was good, but not a series I would have ever watched in its heyday nor earlier. But I am limited now, since I do not live alone and have free reign on how I live each day and night.
I am now a crippled, housebound, senior loser.
I had best wrap up and get myself to bed. I intend to rise at 6 a.m. and hope that somehow I will feel even better than I did this morning ─ a sense of well-being that did not last, I must explain.
Oddly, after getting back to bed after my 3 a.m. cellphone alarm last night, I struggled with a wickedly horny imagination. I fear I am succumbing to it again. Maybe I will be to bed by 11 p.m. ─ I would really prefer to get considerably more drunk.
The serious rain continues at 10:07 p.m.
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